Seven hours of sleep Tuesday, 9 last night, and I'm almost feeling like a human being again. It's amazing how one bad night can ruin your whole week.

I've got a secret for those of you who've been unemployed for a long time: temp agencies. If your circle of unemployed geek friends is anything like mine, ask around and you'll find that you know people who will sheepishly admit that they've been temping themselves, and refer you to a good agency. Sure, most of the work is mindless and degrading. But you know? I'm not too good to work for a living.

If you're wondering why someone with my qualifications has to take dictation for grocery money, you obviously haven't been jobhunting lately. Or you're much better than I am at selling your freelance services. Or both. As an added bonus, I admit I'm still recovering from the move, which has impaired my ability to do soul-crushing things like network with strangers. It's been like the frickin' white collar Grapes of Wrath, getting forced out of your home and going west to a land with no jobs. Feh.